Self Publishing Poem

I

I like your priceless smile

But I love how it makes my heart skip a beat more

I like your gold tinted eyes

But I love the way you stare into my soul more

I like your luscious lips

But I love the words that come out of it more

I like your architect designed nose

I love every breath you take that reminds me you are everywhere

I like your slightly pointed chin highlighting your sturdy jaw line

I love how it keeps my eyes glued to your angular lines

I am the class clown that makes your day

I am the stranger you've felt like you've met before

I am the loser that puts you on a throne making you a winner

I am the mirror reflecting your deepest insecurities

I am the one you call a friend

And you are just a cracked screen displaying the deepest crevasses in our relationship

                                                         

                                                            Would You Like A Cookie?

Sweet Like A Crow (My Version)

Your voice sounds like a roller coaster sliding along the tracks going straight down a hill

Like a puppy introduced to a new home

Like water rushing through pipes

Like my nightmares haunting me

Like my mother telling me to go home and have dinner

Like my dog dying

A hedgehog being attacked

A vulture attacking its prey

A rain drop dancing in the storm

Like the crunch when eating cereal

Like blood flowing through my veins

Like men fighting for a single woman

A crowd cheering for the Broadway show

A hungry begger on the streets

A young man full of dreams walking to Wall street

Like arriving to a new country

Like a writer typing with a typewriter

Like beef cooked to medium rare

Like punching someone in the face

Like a compliment from the one you love

Like a mother protecting her child

A parade filled with angry teenagers

A corner housing the unwanted

A house with an unhappy family

Like pushing my ex into the river

Like realizing everything was just a dream

Like the sound I hear everytime you walk around the corner strucking my beating heart.

The Red Wheelbarrow (My Version)

so much depends

upon

a shiny gold

iPhone

scratched by sharp

keys

ending a fragile

relationship

POEM FOR MISS STRANGEWORTH

Dear Miss Strangeworth

True evil lurks deep inside the heart of a human being

To let the evil lurk our or keep it deep within yourself

Smiles in the morning, tears at night

There is always a dark side of the moon

Where the truth is to be hidden away from the light

Cheap paper, ugly words

New identity is created by the evilness inside

We try to change others

But we don't think about ourselves

Is it truly justice that we prevent evilness deep inside

Or is it a way of being superior among others?

True evil hides behind a mask

Three dimensional worlds are created to hide the truth

Therefore why should we lay hands on the life of others?

The Sound of The Hollyhocks

            Vincent van Gogh - Vase with Hollyhocks

The Sound of The Hollyhocks

Trapped inside a cage, he remains as a quiet kitten

Following the path of which his parents have traced

Although he frowns deep inside he smiles on his skin

His love was a shattered piece of glass, not recognized by anyone

The cage slowly breaks down

The demon inside lurks out as the sun goes down

The flowers are his best friends as if they did exist

Fleeing to the island that he had always dreamed of

The predator chases and he can no longer run away

Either go back into the cage or flee to sanctuary

One can only take so much before breaking down

Therefore he chose to go to sanctuary

Where he met his wife once again

He never came back

Gentlemen, your verdict poem

Gentlemen, your verdict

Under the deep dark sea lies a submarine

Trapped with the lives of twenty

Hope lies in the hands of the captain

Decisions were made and families are saved

"God save our country and our King"

As they drank with pride and fell asleep

Six days later survivors were saved

Memories were kept and cannot be erased

Guilty or not it is your decision to make